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\u00a0The Empty City<\/strong><\/p>\n No city, just rubble. So we packed him away, our precious boy, No city, just rubble. Daughter, daughter sit by my side. \u00a0<\/strong> <\/p>\n Note: This poem was first published, \u2018Lifejacket\u2019 June 2016, editor Lew Kelly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0The Empty City No city, just rubble. Solders in black play hide-and-seek, We are East, West, North, South, they shout. So we packed him away, our precious boy, our precious child, packed him away for a better life in a better place. No city, just rubble. And me an old lady, a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12488","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12488","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12488"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12488\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13518,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12488\/revisions\/13518"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12488"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12488"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12488"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSolders in black play hide-and-seek,
\nWe are East, West, North, South, they shout.<\/p>\n
\nour precious child, packed him away
\nfor a better life in a better place.<\/p>\n
\nAnd me an old lady, a widow wrapped in weeds,
\nwrapped in tears.<\/p>\n
\nWhere are they, Mother?
\nWalking, walking. Gone\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 all gone.<\/p>\n
\nMaureen Weldon<\/strong> had the pleasure on 20th June 2016 of reading this poem in Waterstones\u00a0 Liverpool at the launch of \u2018Lifejacket.\u2019 She recently co-hosted an evening of Irish poetry, music and song.<\/p>\n